Maylee Bossy

(17/02/95)

Canada is Calling


I apologize to Paris
Canada's calling
The Niagara Escarpment
Dragging me home by my roots

I'd like an apartment there
With a single bed for you and I

Bilingual tongues
Catching snowflakes
The bonfire licking
Smouldered flesh
Of puffed white pillows
Minnows in, out of my grasp

It was there I first saw morning
And it's there I'll see my last
My past as marked
As the Bruce Peninsula

I followed your Patronus
To the ice covered lakes
Saw them breaking
Under foreign feet

And soon we'll all bleed
Red and white
For the true North
Strong and free

Submitted: Tuesday, February 05, 2013

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

Currently, I'm living in France as an exchange student. I am extremely passionate about my home country and thought it time to pay homage to the some of the people and places that mean the most to me.
The last two stanzas comment on the environmental fragility of Canada. The breaking ice is the melting of glaciers in the arctic circle, causing many species to become endangered, including the polar bear. The foreign feet are the carbon footprints of all nations causing global warming. This line does not exempt Canadians, but rather respects history; Canada is a nation of immigrants, aside from the Native population who largely respects the environment. The last stanza notes that consequences have a global impact.

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  • Thomas Carolan (3/23/2014 6:25:00 AM)

    that is good it was there I saw my first morning and it is there i'll see my last homewardbound (Report) Reply

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